A free ride

Walking in flip-flops is not quite as easy as walking in normal shoes, and at this pace, you're going to be late, and potentially get punished. As a grade A swot, getting in trouble at school is your worst nightmare.

"Mandy, hurry up!" You beg, as she starts to lag further and further behind you. Fuck it, she can be late if she wants, but it's much too important to you that you maintain your chances of becoming your teacher's favorite, to wait for her.

Soon you're leaving her in the dust.

BEEP BEEP! A car honks its horn, and slows down. Stan, a guy in your class, lowers the window.

"Need a ride?" He offers amicably.

"YES!" You screech. "PLEASE!"

"Hop on in the back." He offers, and you quickly accept.

"Strap up safe now." He reminds you, and you happily pull the seatbelt over your chest. Unfortunately it's too awkward to strap yourself in while wearing your cloak, so you're **** to place that on the seat next to you, and expose your super slutty bikini to Stan, and Tom another guy in your class, who you notice is in the passenger seat.

You reason that they've surely seen this before a hundred times already, so any embarrassment you feel from looking like this is purely internal, and not going to be reflected in their own experience.

"Hey Janet." Tom turns around and greets you, with a wide grin on his face, as Stan starts driving again.

"Hey Tom." You reply, noticing that he's topless, and wearing swimming trunks with a flap at the crotch.

You breathe a sigh of relief. You're easily going to be on time, now. A 25 minute walk just became a 4 minute car journey. You're thankful that in this world, it seems like Stan and Tom are nicer to you than they were in your original world, where they never gave you the time of day, being popular football players and all.

"Nice tits." Tom comments as he looks you up and down.

Never mind, they're still assholes. But at least they gave you a lift.

Stan parks his car and unclicks his seatbelt, and exits. So does Tom. You go to unclick your seatbelt, but it doesn't budge. It's stuck.

"Hey guys! My seatbelt's stuck!" You call.

Stan opens your door for you.

"Oh yeah, it's a new feature." Stan explains. "Got it added the other day. The rear seat belts only release when I flick a lever on the dashboard."

"Oh, I see." You frown. That's a weird feature. Perhaps it's to keep children safe. Well, at least it's easy to get you free.

"Now the question is, how badly do you want to make to class on time?" Stan asks you. He sounds... cruel.

"W-what do you mean?" You ask, stuttering, as you watch him pull aside the bit of fabric hiding his penis, to present it to you.

"Well I can piss on your face, but then it'll get my car all soaked in piss, as well as yourself, and I'll have to put it on the automatic cleaning cycle. With you still inside, obviously, since you'll be drenched too." He points to the roof of the car, and to the rear of the seat in front of you, and you spot, for the first time, several little jets ready to spurt out water all over you.

"Or... you can drink it all." He finishes.

Perhaps this ride wasn't so free after all.